The sword light was splendid, almost illuminating the night sky.
The light was directed right beneath Ma Sanqian!
At this moment, Ma Sanqian's momentum was established, and there was no possibility of changing his moves.
It was like a fish leaping out of the water, reaching its highest point at that moment.
Not only was there no strength to fight back, but he couldn't even twist his waist in that instant.
His eyes had already seen the night outside the city.
His neck, his chest, had already left the city.
Yet his legs were still in the city.
His body was suspended in mid-air without any support!
And this burst of light shot up violently, reaching the extreme point of sharpness and decisiveness!
Thump!
The blade's light flashed, cleaving through Ma Sanqian's waist!
The blade's light continued, piercing through his body and rushing upwards!
The moon was like water.
The blade was like snow.
The blade was like blood.
Desolately beautiful and chillingly cold.
